Today we don't know what the palace lord is called.

Fu Yuanzhi rushed upstairs in a hurry, took the cup of tea handed to him by the palace lord, originally it was ordinary tea in the mortal teahouse, it was fused with the spiritual power of real immortals, and there were concentric flowers of seven orifices floating in it, Fu Yuanzhi took the cup of tea from the master. He took a sip of his hand and held it together with the palace master's fingers.

"Master, your injury is still not healed, how can you waste your spiritual power like this!"

Seeing the apprentice complaining with grievances all over his face, the palace master couldn't help laughing, and talked about the injury - because it was like this when he passed through, and he didn't pay much attention to it. Occasionally, he fainted like hypoglycemia, and he got used to grabbing a tree, as long as he didn't fall down. , but the apprentice keeps an eye on him every day.

And to be honest...the Palace Master is helpless—his injury can't be healed, his soul has been scattered, and he doesn't know where the missing pieces are scattered. Navigation or something.

Sigh, perhaps, in the previous life, he never thought that he would come to this point. The true immortal is not omnipotent, and he still has the order of heaven on his head.

Fu Yuanzhi held the hand of the palace lord, tightly clenched it together with the teacup, and said very seriously: "Master, don't do this next time."

Being taught a serious lesson by his apprentice, seeing his brows tightened and the corners of his mouth drooping, he still felt that he...

So cute, I want to pet my head!

"It doesn't matter." The palace lord said, "I'm a little worried about you. After switching to magic kung fu, your cultivation base has risen very quickly, so don't rush forward."

If the foundation is not solid, it will not be fun if it becomes a dangerous building in the sky, and if someone goes crazy, the real immortal can lose his soul, so the road of cultivating immortals is not so easy.

The palace lord held Fu Yuanzhi's wrist in turn, pondering, wondering if all cultivators would raise their cultivation base like this, and if they do so...Of course, they are still far behind him, but they seem to be able to compete with Zhanlong Sword Immortal hit.The breath is very stable, it's okay, there is no sign of a bout of breath, and there is no restlessness or anything like that. Could it be that the magic cultivator is rising so fast?

That's why there are people who use the crooked brains of soul eaters to cultivate demons?

But it doesn't make sense to only increase the cultivation level, and there are no side effects. The palace master is not at ease, and seriously asks Fu Yuanzhi what is uncomfortable, and also focuses on psychological problems, such as:

"Do you have any bad thoughts, do you feel more impulsive and emotionally unstable?"

The warm fingertips rubbed back and forth on the wrist, and the owner of the hand touched the palm along his wrist from time to time, and each other's fingertips brushed against the fingertips. Fu Yuanzhi felt that the temperature of his fingertips was obviously rising—— Didn't the master notice it?

With a concerned gaze, Fu Yuanzhi shook his head slowly.

The palace master also reached out and touched his apprentice's forehead, there was no sign of fever, and then he checked his heart - the heartbeat was also very steady and powerful.

The Lingtai was clear and clear, and the devil energy was still flowing in an orderly manner. The hand of the palace master hesitated a little, and with this movement, he secretly touched the apprentice's head.

"Don't be under pressure." The Palace Mistress held Fu Yuanzhi's hand and said softly, "Don't think about it, if you have something on your mind, you must tell me."

——How many children are twisted by themselves.

Seeing the apprentice nodding obediently, the Palace Master was very satisfied.

"Do you want to bite someone, do you have a desire to drink blood, want to tear things apart, do you want to see others cry or scream?"

After the palace lord asked, he wanted to laugh at himself——what kind of question was this question? Those who didn't know thought he had traveled to the world of vampires, but it was not unreasonable to care about it. See, it's silly for the apprentice to ask.

"Master..."

Fu Yuanzhi withdrew his hand with difficulty, and said with a blushing face, "Master, if you ask such a question again, this disciple will have to copy the formula again."

Fuck it, fairy boy is awesome!

The palace lord hastily stopped - forgot, forgot, the script is different, other apprentices need psychological counseling for puberty, while my disciple's mental health is fine, he needs physical counseling!

If you can't do it, you can't do it, and you don't prepare lessons.

The four silent people on the other table looked at each other, and the plum blossom lady took out the mirror to touch up each other's makeup, trying to pretend not to see the two masters and apprentices who were whispering with the enchantment over there, Qin Linglianquan's eyes were fixed Staring at Fu Yuanzhi's back, there was almost a hole missing, and the Dream Demon was already sound asleep leaning on Qin Ling's shoulder, and there were two pink nightmares hovering around his head.

"Drink tea."

The palace lord put the tea into the apprentice's mouth, Fu Yuanzhi opened his mouth obediently and drank it, but his eyes were still looking at him, and a soft red tongue protruded from the edge of the white porcelain tea bowl, licking the mouth of the bowl. Where the Lord has held.

Well, he also showed the place where he licked just now, and his eyes were so innocent that he couldn't even speak.

... Apprentice, you skipped a grade!

So he forced himself to be calm and changed the subject: "Yuan Zhi, you went to the border of Eastern Tang Dynasty to have a look, but you found something."

Before Fu Yuanzhi could speak, he suddenly heard a commotion downstairs in the teahouse. Fu Yuanzhi hurriedly got up and glanced out the window, and let out a cry of surprise.

"Master, suddenly there are many Taoists on the street?"

The palace master waved his hand to revoke the barrier, and the plum blossom lady over there had already smiled and said: "Master Xie Ran, I neglected to remind you that this place is Baida Town. Although it is within the border of mortals, the famous Wanzhi Tower But here it is."

Wanzhilou?The palace lord was startled, as if he had heard of this name before, but he had no impression, maybe, it was almost the same thing as Jiang Hu Bai Xiaosheng, which is a must-have in ancient costume movies?

Fu Yuanzhi glared at the pair of sisters—smiling, smiling again, the curvature of his mouth didn't change when he smiled, not because his facial muscles were stiff!

"Master, this Wanzhi Building and Lingxiu Miscellaneous Club were originally one family, but later they were divided into two because of different ways." Fu Yuanzhi turned around and explained to Master obediently, "Lingxiu Miscellaneous Club has the news After that, the news will be made public as soon as possible, while Wanzhilou tends to provide private services, one-to-one transactions, the same news can be sold many times, and it is said that it will be very expensive."

The palace lord was taken aback, this is the news agency and private detective?No wonder the business philosophy is inconsistent.

"And..." Fu Yuanzhi frowned, "Because of their different purposes, there are always disgraceful channels for Wanzhilou's news, so they are actually better informed than Lingxiu Miscellaneous."

The dream demon just woke up, and he didn't know the cause and effect, so he heard Fu Yuanzhi's words, so he interjected angrily: "Fart Wanzhilou, Wanzhilou is the most shameless, intercepting our news and poaching us They don’t care about the truth at all, and their minds are all about exchanging news for money, spirit stones and treasures, which is extremely superficial.”

The Palace Master nodded and continued to watch.

The mortals in the small town are used to the immortals coming and going, suddenly a large number of Taoists poured in, and the mortal waiter could entertain them in an orderly manner, which made the palace owner quite appreciate.

——No matter where you go or how bad the environment is, the seemingly mediocre mortal will always have the most tenacious ability to adapt and survive.Even though the ten continents, three islands, the Taoism and the magic sect have been in dispute for years, the mortals in the mortal world are trying their best to manage their lives.

The Taoists who came in from the door soon occupied most of the seats in the lobby, and the teahouse did not close its doors to thank guests, because they could open the barrier, and mortals could only be blocked out of the barrier curiously, like two worlds—only It's a pity that a certain real fairy on the roof watched the live broadcast openly, and blamed only your enchantment for being too thin.

A group of Taoists sat down, and one person sat in the middle, with a mediocre appearance - this attracted the attention of the Palace Master, because no matter the Taoist or the devil, the appearance is often a bit extreme, either all of them are handsome or bizarre, and this one is obviously the same. The Taoist man has an ordinary three-dimensional face, and no one will take a second look if he is thrown on the street in the 21st century.

He looks surprisingly ordinary.

The Dream Demon leaned over and said: "I recognize this person, this is the deacon of Wanzhilou, his name is Wan Baoshun."

The palace lord's hand trembled. Compared with this name, the palace lord and maid Gong Jinjiang had a peerless reputation.

"Deacon Wan, just tell me, what's the price?"

A Taoist couldn't help but speak first.

——What kind of trading scene does it look like?

"We small sects and sects usually follow behind the big sect to eat some leftovers. If Deacon Wan is sincere, he will directly offer a reasonable price. If it is not enough, we will join together and share."

The sincere expression of the deacon of Wanzhilou reminded the Palace Master of the "honest merchant" who used rubber bands to weigh the scales when buying crabs for no reason. Fortunately, but... this news cannot be bought together, it can only be enjoyed alone."

"Since that's the case, why don't you sell it to the big sect who can definitely afford it, and why don't you come to our place to hold some kind of auction!"

A Taoist seemed very dissatisfied and shook his sleeves.

"Hey, the sect's own people can come to the scene in person, and you still need to buy my gossip?" Wan Baoshun spread his hands, with a humble look that he dared not mention the door.

The Taoists of these small and medium sects whispered.

"Everyone, it's not easy to guard one sect. If you want to be alone and not become supporters of the sect's handyman, you all work hard, but seeing that the ten continents and three islands are going to be chaotic, you will know nothing about the movements above. When the time comes Mountains and rains are about to come, but there will be nothing left when the big waves roll over!"

Listening to the tone of the salesman, it is also very similar to "honest seller".

——Then the palace lord frowned, watching the deacon of Wanzhilou perform hard.

"Everyone has heard that the Yunmeng Heavenly Palace is in decline, there are endless fights in the palace, the master of Yunmeng has left in a fit of anger, and the Demon Sect is secretly operating. The plague in the Eastern Tang Kingdom has actually been able to infect low-level Taoists."

The Taoists nodded one after another, and the whispers became louder, but when their eyes were released, there was a little more reservation in their eyes.

"...I don't know who is behind all of this. Which demon king wants to compete in the world, or is it a newcomer who got a chance? And I heard that there are still many sect leaders who have received notices to hand over their sects. Disciple Taoism, submit to the person behind the scenes, otherwise the family will be destroyed—”

When he said this, some impetuous people were shocked and said, "How did you know?"

As soon as these people yelled, the news became solid, and some of them reacted quickly, and their faces turned livid immediately—isn't this the same as telling everyone that our sect is threatened by someone? It's really embarrassing.

"Wanzhilou naturally has its own news channel." The deacon said triumphantly, "So, if you see the current situation clearly, you will know where to go, and you can see who can protect you!"

"This……"

In the chaos, it was the young Taoist who had questioned him before. He sat at the table and said disdainfully: "The master of Yunmeng Tiangong has been erratic for thousands of years. It seems that you Wanzhilou have the ability to catch up with you." Just like everyone else."

Wan Baoshun shook his head contemptuously: "Last year, in the three islands of the ten continents, Miao Kong, the spy with the fastest footsteps, was recognized as the fastest, have you heard of it?"

"I heard a little..." Many Taoists said, "I heard that the female cultivator's strength is very low, and she is all good at her feet. She once sneaked into the lord of the Secret Blood Sect to inquire about information. Didn't catch up on the horse."

"That's right, 'Whispering words come with a little bit of heart, and empty words can't be spoken without reason', the spy Miaokong is probably the person who is most likely to find the Lord of Yunmeng in all the ten continents and three islands."

"Then you are talking for a long time, are you here to give free publicity to your opponent?"

Wan Baoshun laughed loudly: "Don't worry, our Wanzhilou can't catch up with the Lord of Yunmeng, Miaokong. It's obvious that we can't compete with her in speed, but let's find a way to catch Miaokong, it's more than enough."

As he spoke, two Taoist priests came in response, with a large net in their hands, and a female cultivator was firmly bound inside.

The spy Miaokong's mouth was sealed by the forbidden talisman, and no matter how sharp his teeth were, he still couldn't utter a single word.

"Everyone, this spy, Miaokong, can't be disassembled and sold, but I can guarantee that she is at the scene of the chaos in Yunmeng Tiangong, and the sect will not give you any news. It is clear that they don't want to take you across the river, so What happened and where to go, it all depends on everyone's self-seeking, no one wants to destroy the millennium foundation, although it is not as big as Yunmeng's family, but at least it is achieved by oneself."

Wan Baoshun's statement seemed to have won the support of most of the Taoists, so he struck while the iron was hot and pushed Miao Kong into the middle: "Everyone, who can bring people back, you can tell just by asking about the changes in the ten continents and three islands. If the girl doesn't cooperate, if you do a soul search, are you afraid you won't know?"